Did i go nuts making this? Yes. Am i sick and tired? Very. Did it bring me joy? Immense.
Have him.
This is specifically the qsmp phil design. The design sheet is under the read more!
I rarely take time to make proper designs. With options and stuff. Im glad i did, it was fun!
Key points: clipped wings; morphing clothes; breezy, summery clothing.
I even did this. I didnt have to do this.
Its been very long since i did an animation. I feel like im back at school. Hope yall like it!
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(Context: im thinking abt my post canon au, i explained on my ao3, u dont even have to read it just know its there)
Mizu revealing her being a woman to taigen AFTER he confesses his feelings to mizu AFTER being bested during their duel once again is literally so fucking personal to me. Jesus fuck... FUCK. Like. How overwhelmingly loved she must feel. How SEEN. Truly for once n not just but loved and wanted!!! Its so personal to me. Just. Taigen, losing, n then immediately leaning in for a kiss. Mizu is lost cuz what?? Why?? N taigen just. Confesses, but hes holding back cuz mizus reaction was not great and he doesn't wanna ruin the friendship they've formed these past months, they've grown so close so fast n its scary but so exciting n so right but if mizu doesnt want this then nothing is happening n its ok he has a CHOICE. Like. FUCK!! N then mizu telling taigen to wait and that night she reveals it. And its just sooo fucking intimate. Its so soft. And maybe taigen is confused but one look at how small mizu is making herself, like shielding herself from him. Like he gets it. The danger of it all. And its his promise to protect her if she ever needs to that does her in cuz. SHE HAS A CHOICE. TO BE PROTECTED OR NOT. THATS SO IMPORTANT TO HER. Yes, she can protect herself. Yes, it feels good to be protected. Yknow??
Mizu revealing her being a woman to akemi totally by accident AFTER they just had an argument abt women's choices in society AFTER mizu accidentally took one (1) big sip of sake, n then deciding fuck it im gonna win this argument, guess what akemi. And that's how akemi finds out. N Mizu thinks akemi is going to hate her, n she does for a bit in silence, but mostly shes just hurt? For herself AND for Mizu. Cause she understands, so suddenly, so intimately, how hard being a woman is and how mizu has had to hide as a man to survive (not even for plot reasons that we know, mizu being mixed AND a woman? Death sentence). And she just hurts. And they thought they'd always have this weird rift between them but they cry and they let it out (for Mizu, for the first time in YEARS) and its just. Its so emotional n so important and so personal and intimate. Its maybe winter all over again, a year has passed since theyd seen each other in kyoto, so much has changed and yet not rly and. They've grown but in different ways. Akemi, in taking life by the reins n being assertive and strong and so dangerously intelligent like shes always been but now, now its crucial to be that. And Mizu in realizing that she truly, truly wants to be loved so badly but to be loved is to be vulnerable and thats what scares her the most, to be weak; but ure only strong if u can be weak too, and thats what she learns. And i think this is where they really get deep into their feelings. Before it was a crush, an annoying one. Now? Oh bby theyre down bad. Yes they are.
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Holly struggled against the ropes on her wrists. She was right there, why wasn’t her dad telling her mom where she was. The bonds around her wrists chafed against her skin, rubbing it raw. She stopped struggling when her father walked back into the room.
The woman started straining against her ropes. What was she looking at? Holly strained her neck trying to see what it was that was scaring the lady. Her father had grabbed a sharp-looking kitchen knife and was cleaning the edge. Was he going to cut them free? But then why had he tied them up in the first place? Holly couldn’t piece together what was happening. Everything was so confusing.
Her father kept walking toward them, his gaze set on the woman, who continued to struggle against her bindings. She was whimpering underneath the duct tape, her eyes darting between Holly and the knife.
There was an odd energy coming from her dad, something Holly hadn’t noticed until that moment, it was almost like his sanity had shattered. Like, to him, reality was coming unraveled. He stopped in front of the woman, his right hand fisted around the knife at his side.
“Close your eyes, dolphin. You don’t want to see this.”
See what? What didn’t he want her to see? Holly strained to see around her father at the woman and caught one last glimpse of her face as her father plunged the knife into her chest.
Holly screamed under the duct tape. There was another scream on top of her own, she looked toward the door. Dustin was standing in the doorway, his tiny hand on the doorknob. Tears were streaming down his face as he turned and ran.
Blood rushed in her ears as she tried to yell for Dustin to run, but she just sat there, frozen, as her dad pulled the knife out of the lady’s chest and started after Dustin.
Holly started straining against the ropes again as soon as he was out of view. She didn't care that she was starting to bleed, she had to get to Dustin. Her right hand slipped free from the rope. As she worked she kept her gaze away from the body across from her. She couldn’t think about that right now, but despite her best effort, she found her eyes sliding over to the woman in the chair. She wasn’t moving, Holly let out a sob and pulled harder against her remaining restraint. Dustin needed her. She struggled to get the ropes untied from her ankles, but eventually, she got all the ropes off. Ripping the duct tape from her mouth, Holly fell to her hands and knees on the floor. Blood had pooled on the ground, covering her palms in the sticky substance before she stood and ran out the door, ignoring the soreness from her wrists and ankles.
Distantly she could hear her dad calling to Dustin. He’d gone upstairs, he was distracted. Holly had to act quickly. The best way to save Dustin was to–to… what should she do? She had no idea what to do. She looked around the empty hallway. To her left was more hallway, but to her right was… her mom’s office. A phone! She’d call the police, they would save Dustin.
Holly ran into the office and started looking for the phone. Climbing onto the chair she searched the desktop. There! To her left was a phone. She reached for it just as she heard Dustin scream. She hesitated, what if her dad heard her. It was worth the risk. She dialed nine-one-one and listened to it ring.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” The operator lady sounded like a nice person. She would send help.
“It’s my daddy, he–he stabbed a lady,” Holly started sobbing mid-sentence, “she was so scared of him, please help me! He’s going to hurt my brother. He’s going to kill him too!”
“Sweetie, I need you to calm down, okay? I need you to tell me where you are, can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Holly sniffed. She had to stay calm, for Dustin. “My–my address is–it’s seven t-two seven south, f-Farris street.”
“I’ve dispatched some soldiers, they’ll be there as soon as they can.”
“Please hurry! I can hear him screaming.”
Holly hung up the phone, ignoring the dispatch lady’s pleas not to hang up, and climbed off the chair, running toward the screams. They were coming from downstairs now. She hurried down the stairs, almost falling a couple of times. Her ankles were burning but she had to keep moving even as her shoes fell off as she ran. She made it to their mini-gym where the sounds seemed to originate from.
Dustin and her father were inside. They were on opposite sides of the room. Her dad still had the bloodied knife in his hand. The lady’s blood was dripping from it onto the floor. Holly skidded to a halt. Dustin was on the far side of the gym panting, tears and snot running down his chubby cheeks. She froze there, breathing heavily. Without hesitating, she shouted at her father. “Come and get me, you maniac!”
She turned and sprinted from the room. Please work, please work. Heavy footsteps sounded behind her. It worked! She was nearing the stairs when she tripped over her discarded shoes. No! No no no no no! Pulling herself to her feet as fast as she could, she bolted up the stairs, swinging around the banister and headed straight for the front door.
If she could just get out into the open, she’d have a better chance outside. The doorknob was slippery under her blood slick hand as she opened the door and almost ran face-first into a man standing there, one hand raised to knock on the door, a gun pointed at the floor in the other. Her father landed on the floor behind her. She spun around to face him. What a sight he was. His brown hair was a mess. His eyes had the look of a crazed madman. But perhaps the most disturbing sight of all was the kitchen knife in his hand, still dripping blood on the floor.
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